She's too flat for me

Kirk stared at Kim for a minute. Most of the minute was spent staring at Kim's small chest. Finally the Captain said, ‟Thank you, Ensign, that will be all.”

‟That's it” Kim thought. Part of her was relieved that the creep hadn't pulled any of his cheesy lines on her. But part of her was insulted. Kirk always made a play for every female on the show. Who he got into bed that episode was the whole fucking point of the show, and he wasn't interested. ‟Are you sure,” she asked in a throaty whisper. ‟Anything you want? Anything at all? All you have to do is whistle – you know how to whistle, don't you?” Kim wondered who wrote that stupid line, and why she had to say it.

‟I said that will be all.”

‟Damn it,” Kim thought, ‟I may not have big tits, but I deserve some respect” ‟Ooops,” she announced, ‟I think I dropped my tri-corder.” Kim got down on her hands and knees and pretended to look for the device. Even if she lacked tits Kim had a great ass, and the short polyester skirt rode up her frame, leaving her thin panties exposed to those on the bridge.

Kirk stared at her ass. The Vulcan first mate stared at Kim. He was usually immune to sexual urges, but the young ensign had assumed the pose of a Vulcan mating ritual and he found himself strangely excited.